In which a sassy young dude walks on the field at a Buccaneers home game, throws down some dance moves with the Bucs' cheerleaders, and teaches us all a valuable lesson.
In a bleak week for sports and in general, one moderately pudgy, very fired-up Grizzlies fan went from meme to life-affirming, objectively good emblem for everything we want, and sometimes get, from sports. Thank goodness.
Gary Carter was a bright and proudly uncool presence on a some great and greatly dark Mets teams, but he was more than that. For the late catcher, "Kid" wasn't so much a nickname as a state of mind that approached a state of grace.
There is a general consensus that the USTA has not done enough to adequately develop top young American talent. Exactly what it should be doing is less clear.
